"Why ain't she here?"
"Because she is at the hospital."
"What for?"
"She's sick."
"What makes her sick?"
"Philip, if you will go to sleep now, I will bring you some candy in the morning. Will you do it?"
"Would it be gum dwops?"
"Yes. Or any other obtainable variety. And some peanuts too—and popcorn balls."
"I'd rather have a jack-knife," said Philip, with faintly-reviving interest.